Codegease: Air and Land Warfare 1946

Not far away, two patrolling soldiers happened to witness this exciting scene.

"Hey buddy, take a look!"

"what?"

"Look," the soldier chuckled dismissively, "that old geezer is back."

Section 49, Chapter 34: Far From the End

"Report to command center, we have located Lieutenant Harlan and he still has vital signs."

"Okay, return after completing the task quickly."

Colonel Kari hung up the communication, and many new faces walked into the command center hall behind him.

"You've arrived so quickly, General..." he muttered to himself as he walked out.

"Where is Lieutenant Colonel Caronville?" the colonel called out to a soldier. Following the direction the soldier was pointing, he saw the lieutenant colonel facing four captured American soldiers, asking the leader of the group something.

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"Have you thought it through, Captain Davis?"

“Hmm…” the captain nodded. “I will obey any of your orders, sir.”

"Oh? Such a response?" Caronville smiled knowingly. "Courtesy complete, soldiers."

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"You haven't even gotten home yet, and there are already a few more people here?" Kari walked closer and jokingly interjected.

"Ah, Colonel. Has the handover of command center been completed?"

"all the best."

"Very good, prepare to return to Area 11. Also, keep a close eye on those Russian soldiers we captured last night; I won't remind you of anything else..."

The American soldiers frowned as they listened to the lieutenant colonel's English.

"Russian soldiers? They even captured Soviet soldiers?"

"And also, from the very beginning until now," the lieutenant colonel continued, "how many living people, known as 'German civilians in Berlin,' have we dug out in Berlin?"

"About 580, the escort team should be arriving soon."

"Alright, hopefully no infectious diseases spread when we locked them up in that building." Principal Zhong breathed a sigh of relief. "That's all, you can go now."

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Caronville turned and glanced at the American soldiers, then whistled.

The curtain of a nearby tent was opened, and two men in black carried out an American soldier with a missing left leg.

"Clark!" Captain Davis's eyes lit up, and he and the others perked up a bit.

"Captain!" The soldier named Clark was also extremely excited.

“Calm down, everyone,” Caronville interrupted. “For the next while, I will have someone support him. So please cooperate with me as much as possible and do whatever I ask. I’m doing this for your own good, if you don’t want others to wear the stigma of shooting prisoners of war.”

"no problem."

"Well, you've finally arrived..." The lieutenant colonel took a few steps to the side, as if he had discovered something.

Five American soldiers also looked over curiously, and this scene surprised them greatly.

The ragged civilians—specifically, the German civilians who should have either crawled through the ruins of Berlin or stayed obediently in the temporary resettlement areas on the outskirts of the city—were actually marching under the guns and reprimands of a group of soldiers in black.

“This…” Davis gasped, “Are we going to witness a massacre?”

"Line up! Here you go! Come closer!" The black-clad soldiers around them shouted, pulling the civilians into a long, narrow snake, and occasionally punching and kicking them.

"Are they going to line up and shoot them?" Philip muttered first from behind the captain. "Oh, God..."

"No, no, no, no..." Garcia, standing next to him, seemed to have figured something out.

"The execution should be carried out by soldiers lining up in front of a high wall, and then civilians taking turns standing at the foot of the wall. But look at this, where is the scene I'm describing?"

"Bah, who knows!" Taylor's voice boomed. "Do you remember what the French people said, that the Germans often stuffed people into stables and barns and then bombarded them with machine guns, grenades, and flamethrowers..."

Snapped! ——

A man in black walked up to Taylor and slammed a rifle butt into his head.

"Shut up! You bastard!" he yelled as he continued to smash the gun butt down.

Davis had almost finished looking at the long line of civilians when he noticed another group of people dressed as Soviet soldiers being pushed and shoved by men in black to stand on an open space to the side.

While the captain was puzzled, the Soviet soldier standing at the front made eye contact with him—judging from his uniform, he was probably a non-commissioned officer.

Two people with different native languages ​​communicated with just their eyes...

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"Ah? You were captured too?"

"Am I here to play ball looking like this?"

"I always thought it was the US military fighting us..."

"Bullshit! You find an American military insignia on that black shirt... although I initially suspected it was the Russians' doing..."

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Soon another group of soldiers arrived and began to arrange the two groups of prisoners of war, one in front of the other, into their respective ranks.

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The vanguard began to organize itself, forming long and short lines. Although many people were still moving through the barracks, these were the main force of the expeditionary force that had come from the sub-portals scattered throughout the city streets and subway, and they were just one step away from completing the handover.

Caronville was at the very front of the short line, in front of him was the open space where the huge portal was about to open, behind him were his main subordinates, and there were also people guarding the prisoners of war from the American and Soviet armies.

The other column stretched as far as the eye could see, led by a company, followed by the wounded, then the captured German civilians, and then the still-mobile soldiers, along with tanks and mechs that were not yet destroyed.

Throughout the long line, a stench of decay emanated from the black armor, emanating from the red-stained bandages, the medicine bottles on the stretchers, and the scratches and dirt on the armor plates. The signs of an unfavorable start spread from these things, like a huge veil blocking the sunlight from entering the hearts of everyone.

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The lieutenant colonel looked around at the barracks and tents that filled the base, and then glanced one last time at the Brandenburg Gate and the Parliament Building, where a huge Britannian flag hung lazily in front of the gateposts.

"They're here! They're here!" the officers suddenly shouted. A burst of bright light, accompanied by howling winds and a tsunami, swept across the open ground.

The massive crystal gate was now in sight, and several arrogant KMFs, brandishing spears, were slowly approaching him.

"Lieutenant Colonel Caronville!" The lead mech, adorned with elaborate patterns, announced through its loudspeaker before the hatch opened.

"Ah, Major General." He smiled faintly, noticing Marendor's arrogant face.

"Oh, oh, oh, let me see!" The major general didn't even glance at him, his gaze immediately fixed on the disheveled long snake. "Tsk tsk tsk, pitiful, so pitiful! Hahahaha!"

"General! The management of the expeditionary force's vanguard camp is now handed over to you!"

"Ah! Good! Hurry up and take your little ones back to work in the fields!"

"By the way, Kari!" The major general finally turned his head, but completely ignored him as the commander of the vanguard army. "What we need to do when we get back, I don't need to tell you, do I?"

"Yeah. I know!"

"Good!" The major general finally looked at Caronville properly. "You! Hurry up! Get moving! My men can come in after you're all done!"

The lieutenant colonel nodded.

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On the other side of the portal, the area in front of the Tokyo Concession City Hall had been transformed into a black sea of ​​KMFs, tanks, and soldiers, leaving only a narrow passage leading outside.

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The glass of the portal, which depicted scenes from another world, flickered a few times, and Caronville finally stepped onto the long-lost concrete ground.

"Your Highness... Your Highness!" He was surprised to find that the person waiting in the middle of the road was none other than Schneizel, who was there with some important figures from the Tokyo Concession to personally greet them.

"Greetings, Your Highness!" He and his officers immediately knelt down and saluted. Just then, the five American soldiers were also pushed out of the portal.

"Huh? What are they doing?" Davis was puzzled when the soldier escorting him kicked him behind both knees, causing him to fall to his knees with a thud.

He wasn't the only one; all of them, the American and Soviet soldiers, were also made to kneel down in a gesture of respect.

"Get up, Lieutenant Colonel." Schneizel didn't say anything more.

"The army is still marching, and making prisoners of war kneel in the middle of the road is just adding to the chaos."

"Your Highness, we..."

"No need to say anything more, we know your situation and have made arrangements for you." Schneizel seemed unwilling to hear anything more from him.

"Baron Holt will take you and Colonel Carrie to where you need to go. As for the others, we've already arranged their destinations. Everything else is secondary to the army, understand?"

“Yes, Your Highness…” Caronville bowed and dismissed all the officers except for Kari.

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“Oh, I’m sorry, Your Highness.” He stopped abruptly, turned and bowed to Schneizel again. “May I ask, Your Highness, have you named this other world?”

"Name?" This question stumped His Highness the Prince. Indeed, this seemingly simple question was worth paying attention to.

“Then…” Schneizel looked up meaningfully at the body of the Gate of Camelot. In an instant, a certain number flashed through his mind.

"Let's call it District 45..."

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Caronville and Carrie, accompanied by Baron Holt, walked to a car parked outside the parade ground.

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The three of them were seated, the car door closed, and Caronville silently watched the parade ground outside the window as the car reversed and disappeared from his sight.

"Where are we going now, sir?"

“Defense Agency, sir.”

“It’s very close.” Caronville rolled his eyes. “I’m used to walking this distance.”

"Haha, you're too kind." The baron smiled sheepishly. "In that case, let me use this time on the road to tell the lieutenant colonel about the arrangements from above. By the way, has the casualty count of the vanguard been completed?"

"Ah."

"Alright, then, given the excessive casualties of the vanguard, the higher-ups have decided that, effective immediately, your unit will be renamed the 'Tokyo Concession Armed Security Corps,' responsible for the local defense of the 11th district. With such heavy losses during the expedition, it will be difficult for your unit to recover its strength and engage in new operations in a short period of time. Moreover, the quality of your personnel is somewhat uneven, and there will soon be inexperienced recruits to replenish your ranks."

“Oh, but, armed? Security? This…” Caronville stammered as he asked.

“Ah, you’ve never heard of such a position, have you?” The Baron continued to explain, “Simply put, your department is now a police force, responsible for security in the Tokyo Concession. But the difference from ordinary police is that your original weapons and equipment will be retained. For example, the infantry’s assault rifles will not be replaced with the police’s pistols and submachine guns, and the mechs will still be Sunderland, not Glasgow as used by the police.”

"Does that mean I'm now the head of a bunch of police officers who are paid by the military?"

“Yes, but not entirely.” The Baron paused. “Let me put it this way: since you are a police force, the police headquarters has the authority to mobilize you, and you will be relied upon for handling some serious security incidents in the future. But you are essentially an active-duty force. As long as an order comes down, you will be assigned to a division to participate in military operations.”

"Um, okay, but what... what is this? Sigh..."

“I know the lieutenant colonel’s predicament, but…” the baron wanted to offer some words of advice.

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Before long, the car stopped in front of a building. The baron led the two out of the car and went inside, taking them to the first floor. The floor was covered with smooth, shiny marble tiles, and several large offices and oil paintings of portraits were distributed on both sides of the corridor.